Cashier

My till is short by
about three hours
and thirty cents
and I know I
counted everything
two and three
times, but my
balance is still
off. Tell me where
the time went,
my dear, because
I'm still here with
the phone off the
hook waiting for
the dial tone to
stop, but it never
seems to end. And
I'm not okay with
this aching, not
okay with this
breaking, and when
my hands never
reach yours, as
far as they stretch,
I'm not okay with
this distance.

I'm not
okay.